Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Last Refugee, artist - Roger Waters. Date of issue: 01.06.2017
Song language: English
The Last Refugee |
| «And it’s also the end of broadcasting for Thursday, the end of broadcasting |
| for 1970» |
| «Seven to severe hail, nine, decreasing six in Humber later. |
| Rain then showers, |
| moderate to poor becoming good.» |
| «Southwesterly, six to gale eight. |
| Occasionally, severe gale nine» |
| «At the third stroke, it will be 11:24 and 50 seconds» |
| «At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely» |
| «This is the British Broadcasting Corporation» |
| «At the third stroke it will be 8:57, precisely» |
| «In north southwesterly, 4 or 5, otherwise variable rainfall, mainly northerly |
| in the southeast» |
| «A happy new year to you all» |
| «At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely» |
| «Goodnight, everyone» |
| Lie with me now |
| Under lemon tree skies |
| Show me the shy, slow smile you keep hidden |
| By warm brown eyes |
| Catch the sweet hover of lips just barely apart |
| And wonder at love’s sweet ache |
| And the wild beat of my heart |
| Oh, rhapsody tearing me apart |
| And I dreamed I was saying goodbye to my child |
| She was taking a last look at the sea |
| Wading through dreams, up to our knees in warm ocean swells |
| While bathing belles, soft beneath |
| Hard bitten shells punch their iPhones |
| Erasing the numbers of redundant lovers |
| And search the horizon |
| And you’ll find my child |
| Down by the shore |
| Digging around for a chain or a bone |
| Searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea |
| The last refugee |